The food that I chose is something my grandmother, who would make it for me as a kid, called roll ups. They are like crepes, but with only butter and sugar in them, and they are rolled instead of folded like traditional crepes. My grandmother’s great grandmother would make them for the kids to take to school. When my grandmother was a child, her mother would make it every weekend as a treat. The roll ups most likely came from her great great grandmother who emigrated from Germany and my grandmother thinks that she brought the recipe over to the US with her. My great great great great grandparents (my grandmother's great great grandparents) met in interesting circumstances. They did not know each other when they emigrated from Germany. They were on a ship to the US, and the ship crashed on a deserted island. They had met on the island, a “rescue ship” came and years later they had gotten married. The story was put into the newspaper at the time they had gotten married. I think it's so interesting that if they had not survived the crash or had never met, I would never have been born. When I would visit my grandmother's house, I would always bake and cook with her, and I believe that's what made me so interested in baking and cooking. I believe baking with her created that part of my identity. The roll ups always remind me of my childhood, and how excited I would always be to visit my grandmother’s house to spend time with her, bake with her, and bond with her. I definitely want to make roll ups for my kids when I have them in the future. 

– Isabelle Joy Moberg

Relationship:  Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more Great-grandchild of im/migrant or more